Sunday, 27 November 2016

Aldershot. A proper old fourth division side whose name will always remind me of James Alexander-Gordon reading out the scores on Sports Report back in the seventies on the Light Programme as my old man jacked up the heating in his Hillman Minx on the way back from GGL on a cold December Saturday tea-time.

Wednesday, 23 November 2016

When is a bad day at the office made much worse? When does a simple little away trip to the arse end of London, drive you to the point of near exhaustion? If a midweek trip to Boredom Wood is bad enough, imagine having to spend over five hours trying to escape the place & get home after another poor away defeat.

Monday, 21 November 2016

Back in the drunken haze that was the Conference South title winning celebrations, we tried with difficulty to focus on the list of teams we'd be facing this season. One of them it seemed was North Furby, where no doubt those annoying little electronic burping, gurling children's toys come from. Then we focused a bit more and saw it was actually spelt 'Ferriby'.

Sunday, 13 November 2016

After last night's taste of the big time at Wembley, it's back down to earth with about as bread and butter a Conference game as it's possible to get. Barrow at home. Old scool. I just hope they don't have that bloody Cowperthwaite bloke up front any more.

Long ago, I used to be proper mad for England internationals. So mad in fact, that we hardy Sutton idiots were to be found at Wembley watching utter shite like the friendly with Chile in 1989 where the grand old national stadium could be found with under 16,000 rattling around for a 0-0 draw. Well, when it comes to shit football...

Sunday, 6 November 2016

So it's FA Cup First Round day! Time to dust off the old Amber & Chocolate rosette, grab you wooden clacker and hoist the second biggest tin-foil cup you own (the biggest one obviously being your tin-foil Surrey Senior Cup) high above you head. After the defeat of the Vegans & Vegetarians in the round before, Dartford away was our reward. Not quite the glory tie you hope for, and it's more of a qualifying round match, but a winnable tie nonetheless.

Wednesday, 2 November 2016

The time was around two o'clock, or was it one o'clock? Maybe it was two o'clock/one o'clock? Something like that. Anyway doesn't matter what time it was. All that mattered was what was happening right in front of me, The Firm Leader was engaging in doing his interpretation of 1996's Los Del Rio's Macerena with what appeared to be a fella dressed up in a full french maid's outfit. Not too sure how that could represent Halloween, but he clearly thought it did.